I searched around the entire playground, but I couldn't find Harry's figure.

It was dusk, the park was dwindling, and there were less than ten minutes left before closing time.

Adam had already escorted Jacqueline out of the amusement park and texted me that he was waiting for me in the parking lot.

I sat wearily on a stool, looking at the darkening sky and getting more and more panicky.

Suddenly, I thought of Harry's reaction to appearing so perversely odd behavior at my home earlier.

"Could it be, could he be there?"

The sky was already dark, the street lights were on, the empty children's playground, completely without the...